There’s a woman in the park I could have sworn I knew, but just couldn’t place her. Every day I racked my brain trying to think, where do I know her from.

I ran into another person who jostled my memory because I realized, this woman reminded me of a fellow we both know. Could have easily been his sister.

WELL!

When Adelaide told me, John was now Joanne, I almost fell over.

“Whaddya mean? I mean, whaddya mean?”

“He’s a woman now.”

“Ya mean, he had like, a Bruce Jenner moment?”

“Something like that. Claims he always knew he wasn’t the man he thought he was.”

“Well, that’s certainly putting it in a nut shell.”

I then remembered how he tried to woo me, way back when, inviting me to his townhouse for afternoon tea. He was proper to a fault, in his Brooks Brothers button-down with extremely slim trousers pressed like gabardine hams.

I was quite attracted to him and his monogramed cufflinks and starched collars that he wore, now that I think about it, up, like Dorothy Malone in Peyton Place. There was also his hair that was always a bit too wild and bushy. I’d tease him about it…said he looked like a Breck Girl. No wonder he kept pouring me more tea.

“Did he go all the way? Ya know, remove then install? take off and…”

“I think it’s in the making. He’s been on hormones so he’s gotten quite curvy.”

“Yes, I noticed that in his, I mean, her bike shorts. Of course now the question is, do I let on we know each other?”

John/Joanne has never stopped to say hello. The most I’ve gotten at 7 a.m. has been a sly, sleepy side glance.

“Will we have to be re-introduced?”

“I’d wait if I were you,” suggested Adelaide.”

“Why’s that?”

“He’s thinking of now changing his name to Zora.”

SB

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I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves.
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25 Responses to When He Became She

The world is more complex than when I was a lad. Maybe we have to shed our binary view of gender altogether? That is a very long process methinks.
Zora can’t be a good name, irrespective of which gender you choose.

Susannah, there are so many kids (mainly female) in school that I truly can’t tell the gender of. I never know if they’re flattered when I mistakenly use the wrong gender, or upset. I do the best I can, but I can’t refer to someone as ‘it’. Sometimes I just say ‘that student’ and point. It’s so confusing!

We have it in our social circle too. The ex of a friend changed teams. The granddaughter of a good friend is talking about it at age 16. This one surprised me (well, they all do) because she was such a pretty young girl with the red velvet dresses and hair down to her waist. Her head currently is shaved and she’s so thin it would be hard to tell which sex she is. Yikes, just yikes!

Love the term, changed teams. Maybe she’ll change her mind again and go back to those velvet dresses. Patti Smith comes to mind when I think of androgyny, but despite her Doc Martens and skinny jeans, she’s one of he most feminine women I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s an attitude more than a style.

There is a part of me that’s glad this is becoming normal. I have no interest in the change, however, I do have friends who are, at least, on hormones. They seem more at ease and are, usually, quite attractive. I have had dinner with one transgender m to f and while we didn’t end up in any type of real relationship, I had a wonderful evening talking with someone I enjoyed being with.

I have some ties to BDSM. It’s not only not as bad as people think…in some ways it’s better than normal (vanilla) as far as communication and things. LBGTQ are people, just like us, with feelings and souls.